Let The Dead Grow

Breathless city,
conformity kills the will,
Roads go underneath of us,
as we se no change within,

Let's cross the lines while,
we step,
All eyes are on us,
but we should painfully kill our trust

Flowers flourish,
while we sit low,
Watch our dead souls grow,
that's what you need to know

Stumble like a stone,
from their castle of pride,
there is nothing outside

Such a spirit below,
please let the dead grow